Envelope Me Swiftly, Hide Me From The Haze

Autumn is finally coming, I can feel it in the wind, and I welcome it with open arms.

To Everything There Is A Season And A Time For Every Purpose

I'm sad to realize that I will only, at best, have eighty-five springs and falls and winters and summers.

Better Late Than Never

I think that I have finally experienced the mystique of the seasonal allergy.

They're Ruining One Of My Favorite Times Of The Year!

I cannot wait for the damn "He's The Reason For The Season" season to be over.

Heralding In The Frost Warning

The seasonal switch from a/c to heat was celebrated tonight with high fives and hot cocoa.

Leave The Leaves Alone!

I am morally opposed to raking because the leaves are there for a reason: they insulate the plants during the winter, they decompose and nourish the soil, and they make me happy when I see the beautiful fall colors.

The Band Is Playing Somewhere, And Somewhere Hearts Are Light

Somewhere the leaves are changing colors and drifting to the ground instead of staying the same shade of green they always have been and remaining steadfastly attached to the trees.

Casper Is A Strange Name For A Tabby (Pumpkin Spice!) Cat

On the eve of my Duke appointment, I met a most wonderful kitty cat while sitting on the front steps of a house that I wish was mine while enjoying a season that does not seem to occur in my own town.

A Large Gathering Of Pumpkins Is Something To Celebrate

The sight of the annual pumpkin invasion of a local churchyard reminds me that while it does not necessarily feel like autumn, Halloween is quickly approaching.

Come Quickly, My Heart Draws Me Outdoors

There is a faint chill in the breeze today that whispers of the promise of autumn.

Next Time Has To Be An Improvement

I would be the one to travel hundreds of miles from home, towards a potentially awesome week of amusement park fun, only to get dreadfully sick for virtually the entire length of my stay.

It's The Time Of The Season For Loving

Life is too short to hold such disdain for certain seasons - there are things to love about each.

The Groaning City In The Gathering Dark

The summer twilight sky was the color of the dress blues worn by the young soldiers waiting to be sent off to see their first and final battles, far away from home.

From A Little Shell At The Bottom Of The Sea

Hurricane Season is my favorite part of summer because it is only after a very bad storm that treasures from the deep can be found at low tide without hordes of tourists crushing them beneath their feet.

Apple Blossoms and Snowflakes

This odd cusp of seasons leaves me wanting spring to be here now and yet, I find myself still (simultaneously) holding on to the last hopes of snow.